Struck with such vigour and desperation,
Some hands were swell’d on this occasion,
Within the hilting of the sword,
That to pull out, they seem’d full gourd.
They would not yield as vanquish’d men,
Such discipline they did not ken,
To ground their arms or turn their sword,
Nor knew they ought of Quarters word;
But madly run, was all their chance,
And never turn’d to make defence.